


When Worlds Collide, We Must Rebuild

by kiki_chu



Series: Everyday (Love) Lives of Monster Boys [1]
Category: Haikyuu!!
Genre: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Angst, Blood, Gen, Imprisonment, Kidnapping, Memory Alteration, Prequel, Things Get Better At the Very End, Vampires, vampire attack
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-06-13
Updated: 2018-06-28
Packaged: 2019-05-21 22:02:02
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,866
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14923622
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kiki_chu/pseuds/kiki_chu
Summary: Suga knows something is wrong before he enters his house.The story of how Suga becomes a vampire, enrolls in the Karasuno Program, and meets his best friend.





	1. When Worlds Collide

**Author's Note:**

> Just a WARNING, this one is rough (emotionally).

Sugawara Koushi’s life changes one spring night shortly after he begins high school. Suga’s walking home alone. He’s tired, volleyball practice ran over a couple of hours, but he the aching of his muscles and the stinging of his hands and arms feels like work well done. None of his teammates live near Suga, but it’s a short walk down some well-lit streets so he has no concerns about walking home alone. 

 

He makes it past the gate and into the front yard before he notices something wrong. Usually his parents leave the porch light on when he has practice. Tonight the light is out.

 

He steps up to his door and sees that the front door is slightly opened. 

 

He stops. While it was possible that his parents had forgotten to turn on the porch light, there is no way that they wouldn’t have closed the door. Suga pulls out his phone out and dials the police.

 

The dispatcher advises him to leave the area immediately, but Suga hears some noise from inside the house. His  _ parents _ are in there. He goes in.

 

All the lights in the house are out. Suga slips off his shoes and goes into his house. He uses his phone, dimness turned all the ways down, as a light and walks as quietly as he can.

 

Suga grew up in this house. He knows the layout. He has memories set in every couple of steps and knows all of the house’s little secrets - like where the floor creaks. Suga loves his home, being here usually fills Suga with a feeling of calm. Tonight the house, with all its crevasse deepened by his phone light and the need to quietly creep through, feels like a horror video replica of his home.

 

The genkan and hallway are empty. The living room, dining room, and kitchen are empty as well. There are only the bedrooms and bathrooms left. He want to think that maybe everything is fine and that his parents somehow left the front door open after all, but the sickening feeling bearing down on his tells him that isn’t the case. 

 

Suga’s heart pounds. He would very much like to leave, but he still hasn’t found his family, and the police aren’t here yet. He steps deeper, towards his parent’s bedroom, and slowly he begins to notice a certain smell in the air.

 

The door of his parent’s room is shut, but Suga can hear something from inside, a low groaning. It sounds like...

 

“Mom!”

 

Suga twists the handle and shoves the door open. He rushes into the dark room and almost trips over his dad’s body. In front of him, a stranger has his mom’s limp body in his arms. Red eyes, faintly glowing, stare at Suga.

 

Before he can move he’s tackled and pinned to the ground. The stranger sits on his stomach. A hand grips Suga’s head. At first he thinks that the person is trying to cover his mouth to quiet him, but his neck is just wrenched to the side.

 

“Get off!”

 

He kicks and squirms, but the stranger is much stronger than Suga is. He tries to hit his attacker, but the stranger is unaffected. The stranger leans in. Suga can feel his breath over his neck. It’s not hot, but cool.

 

Then there’s a sharp pain on his neck. The sharp, piercing feeling of something parting his skin and then sliding through his muscles. It hurts. Suga can’t help the strangled, pained noise that escapes him, and he stops moving for a second because  _ it hurts so much _ . 

 

There’s a sucking sensation. He feels like his energy is being sapped from him. He can’t struggle anymore, his body grows slack, his eyelids and limbs growing heavy. His eyes droop, then close. Now he can feel everything: the texture of the carpet flooring, and the way his body heat is fleeing his body. He can even hear the labored breathing of both of his parents.

 

Then, beyond the breathing and the slowing beat of his own heart, he can hear sirens coming to a stop in front of the house.

 

Suga is drifting, nearly unconscious. The stranger is suddenly off of him. Suga drags his eyelids open, stares up into the dark towards the ceiling. The stranger’s face appears before him. His eyes really are glowing red, and he has fangs. There is blood, the blood of Suga and his parents, smeared around the stranger’s lips. The stranger lifts Suga and tosses him over his shoulder.

 

The door bangs open, door hinges screaming, but the stranger dashes out the room’s window, carrying Suga with him. It was chilly when Suga came home, but he doesn’t feel it now. Suga doesn’t know where he’s being taken to. He can’t see anything between the stranger’s back and the blur of night and street light.

 

.

 

Suga doesn’t know where he’s been taken, nor does he know how long he’s been here. What he does know is that the one who brought him here is an actual, real life vampire. Suga would be in awe if he hadn’t been chained to a bed with handcuffs that dug into the flesh of his wrists and ankles.

 

The vampire occasionally comes to care for him, letting him use the bathroom or bringing food or a bucket and rag to wash up. The vampire never speaks to Suga beyond giving him commands, and whenever Suga begins to feel a like he might recover the vampire drinks his blood until he is limp with weakness again.

 

Suga had been ready to die back in his parents bedroom, but this is worse than dying. He’s being kept as food for his family’s assailant. He can only hope that his parents were alright, that maybe between Suga’s interruption and the police’s arrival they’re still alive.

 

His days are long and grey. There is nothing for him to do but drift and stare at the popcorned ceiling and pathetically struggle against the vampire when he comes in.

 

The door slams open. Suga tenses but doesn’t turn his head to look. He’s been fed recently so he knows what the vampire is here for. He’s not surprised to feel the body over his or the breath on his neck.

 

Being bitten so many times doesn’t make it hurt any less. Today actually feels worse than usual. The vampire’s grip is bruising and his bite is rough. Sharp teeth punch through Suga’s skin and dig through his muscle. The vampire begins to suck out long drags of Suga’s blood.

 

Suga begins to grow weaker and weaker. He can tell the vampire is taking too much of his blood. How much blood does the human body hold? How much is left in his body? How much more worth does he have to the have to vampire?

 

His eyes feel heavy, and Suga lets his eyes slide shut.

 

He might die now.

 

He’s okay with that though because he doesn’t know how much longer he can tolerate laying around and being incapable of doing anything.

 

Suddenly there’s shouting and gunshots. The vampire slumps over him, completely limp and no longer drinking Suga’s blood. Suga tries to open his eyes but he feels too sluggish to do so. The vampire is hauled off of him. A hand, so very warm that it almost feel like its burning, pats his cheek.

 

“Are you conscious?” Another, harder pat. “This kid’s too far gone.”

 

Suga tries to respond but his words come out as a groan. Something is pressed against his parted lips. Something drips onto his tongue and a metallic taste fills his mouth.

 

“Swallow.” The voice by his head says.

 

“Sawamura, what are you doing?”

 

Liquid is pouring down Suga’s throat. It feels disgusting as it burns it’s way down his throat and into his stomach. It’s very much like what he would imagine what drinking lava might feel like. There’s a roaring in his ears and he can no longer hear what’s going on around him.

 

It’s blood he realizes. He’s drinking blood.

 

More hands grab at Suga, but a sharp pain lances through his body, reaching from his core out to his extremities. His insides are burning. 

 

Suga passes out.

 

.

 

Suga wakes up warm, much too warm actually. There is a weight over his body and when he opens his eyes he finds that he is buried under several layers of sheets and blankets. He pushes them off and sits up. Then he pauses. He looks around.

 

He is no longer chained in place and this is a different room from the one the vampire had kept him in. He is one of a couple of cots in the room. There’s a desk chair and a counter along wall, and the room looks very similar to every school clinic Suga has seen. The curtain is pulled aside showing the night sky.

 

The door opens, and a man in a police uniform steps in. He’s accompanied by a woman with a short bob wearing a business suit. A low throbbing sound fills the room; two beats, one quick and the other steady. The officer stands in front of the woman and she flips a switch. The room is flooded with light. Suga instinctively covers his eyes against the brightness.

 

He realizes that the lights had been off, but he had been able to see around the room with perfect clarity. He also notices a throbbing in his gums. A suspicion crawls to the forefront of Suga’s mind. He tries not to think about it. Instead he blinks several times, trying to adjust to the light and focus on the newcomers.

 

The policeman seems uncomfortable being here. He’s tense and jumps a little, hand going to something at the back of his belt, when the woman brushes his arm. The woman grabs the officer’s arm, and pulls it down by his side, and then steps around him.

 

“How are you feeling, Sugawara Koushi-kun?”

 

“I’m-” His voice is rough from disuse because after a while it had felt pointless to rail at the vampire. He clears his throat, it feels so very dry, and tries again. “I’m okay. My parents…”

 

He trails off. He wants to know, but doesn’t know how to ask.  _ Are my parents okay? _ How could they be.  _ Are my parents alive _ ? He can’t bring himself to ask and give voice to the possibility that they might not be. His hands fist into the sheet beneath him.

 

“They’re recovering. The police arrived quickly and were able to stabilize them in time for the EMT’s arrival. Because you called them. Your parents are alive because of you.”

 

Suga’s hands relax. He looks away as the tears welling in his eyes begin to dribble down his cheeks.

 

“Can I… Can I see them? Are they here?”

 

There’s silence. Suga wipes his eyes with the back of their hands. When he lowers them they are smeared red. Suga stares. The throbbing noise grows louder.

 

“Sawamura-san-” The officer isn’t able to finish his objection.

 

Hands comes into his peripheral vision. He tears his eyes away from his hands and finds that the woman has moved to the side of his cot. She holds out a handkerchief, and when he doesn’t move to stop her, she begins to wipe his hands clean.

 

Sawamura. He heard that name before. In that vampire’s room. Suga looks into the woman’s face. Her eyes are dark with sadness, no, pity.

 

And Suga  _ knows _ .

 

“I’m never going to see my parents again.”

 

“I’m sorry.” Sawamura says gently. 

 

She withdraws her hands. Maybe she’s able to sense that Suga doesn’t want to be touched. In fact, he doesn’t want to be here having this conversation at all. He wants to jump back, days and days, to the hours he spent acting as his mom’s sous-chef or helping his day try to fix something around the house. He wants to be on the volleyball court, listening to his parents cheer him on loudly even though it is a practice game and they’re losing terribly.

 

He can never go back to those days.

 

“Because I’m like  _ him _ now.”

 

Suga’s a vampire. There’s no way to deny it. After everything, being held captive and fed on for so long, he’s fine, not even haggard or thin. His wounds are healed. He can see in the dark and his eyes are still sensitive to light even after several minutes. He’s crying blood instead of tears. He can hear the pulses of Sawamura and the officer, and it’s making his gums ache and his incisors grow and sharpen. It’s making him  _ thirsty _ .

 

He remembers someone putting something in his mouth and the way that liquid burned through him. That’s what changed him. Sawamura, he remembers, that’s who changed him. Not this woman. Someone with larger, rougher hands. Someone strong enough to move a body.

 

“Yes. We can’t let you return home because you’re a vampire. Newly turned vampire tend to be unpredictable.”

 

The officer, still standing tensely by the door, makes an indistinct noise. 

 

The life that Suga knows is crumbling away, and he doesn’t have it in him to maintain niceties and euphemism. “You mean I’m too dangerous. I might hurt them.”

 

Sawamura’s eyes meet his. She looks resolved. “Yes. Our experience with newly turned vampires is that they are frequently unable to control themselves. I wasn’t permitted to meet with you without an armed escort.” She motions to the officer by the door. Suga tries not to eye the veins in her wrist. “The vampire that attacked your family was newly turned.”

 

“If I-” Suga bites his lip, chokes back more tears. “If I learn to control myself, can I see them again?”

 

Sawamura shakes her head. “Supernaturals aren’t public knowledge.”

 

“But they already know! They were attacked first.” He can read the answer in her eyes. “What did you do to my parents?”

 

“I’m sorry Sugawara-kun.” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. “They’ve had their memories altered. They believe they were the victims of a home invasion and that their son died.”

 

Suga feels like he’s been hit. He would almost rather be tied back to the bed in the clutches of the vampire. He wants to cry and scream, to deny reality. His body tenses.

 

“Sawamura-san, back!”

 

Suga catches himself. His fingers are curved like claws, and his hand is lifted, reaching towards Sawamura. He drops his arm as though it was possessed, and it might as well be. 

“Are you alright, Sugawara-kun?” Sawamura’s voice is steady and gentle, seemingly unaffected by being so nearly attacked.

 

He clutches his hands together, hoping to physically restraining himself from acting against his wishes. “What’s going to happen to me?”

 

“Before we go any farther I want to apologize.” Sawamura bows her head. “My husband gave you vampire blood and caused you to turn.”

 

Suga can’t say that it’s alright; he wouldn’t mean it. But…

 

“I understand why.” And he does, because her husband came to rescue someone only to find that boy dying in front of him. 

 

“Thank you.” She sat up. “My husband wasn’t the only reason I was chosen to speak with you. I previously worked for an agency that helps solitary supernaturals integrate with human society. It pairs supernaturals with humans of comparable ages. It’s called the Karasuno Program.”

 

Suga doesn’t have a choice. There’s no place else he can go. “What do I need to do?”

 

“You won’t be able to leave here until they confirmed that you’re sound. Maybe a week. They’ll also need to have a record of where you’ll be.” She stands. “I’ll start your enrollment and bring you papers when I visit again.”

 

“Thank you.” He’s overwhelmed, but that’s no reason to be impolite.

 

Sawamura hesitates but then puts a hand on Suga’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine. You already showed that you’re capable of self control.”

 

She leaves and the officer exits the room behind her. Suga flops back into the bed. He presses his palms to his closed eyes and lets the sobs come.


	2. We Rebuild

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Daichi meets Suga.

Daichi knows something is up when he comes down in the morning and finds his father, a Special Officer at the local precinct, cooking breakfast in the kitchenl. His father tries to be home, but his work has him up early and home late more often than not. Daichi doesn’t comment on his father’s presence. Most of his father’s work is confidential, and if it’s something that can be told to Daichi, he’ll probably hear about it eventually.

 

His father sees him off to school the next day as well, but when he comes home his mother and father are waiting for him. Both are sitting at the dining room table, and Daichi’s younger siblings are nowhere to be found.

 

“Daichi, please take a seat.” His father says.

 

A slight feeling of anxiety begins to grow within him. Daichi puts down his school bag and takes a seat across from his parents. His parents look at each other before his mother speaks.

 

“You’ve been paired with someone. His name is Sugawara Koushi. He was recently turned into a vampire.” His mother holds out a photo. “Things have been rough for him.”

 

Daichi takes the photo and looks at it. It shows a boy with grey hair and a beauty mark beneath his left eye. He’s wearing the uniform from a middle school the next town over, but he’s got on a boutonniere and is holding a diploma case as though he’s just graduated. He’s smiling widely, his eyes are shut with the corners crinkled with glee.

 

Daichi’s mother enrolled him in the Karasuno Program for a couple of years already, and he’s aware that he might be assigned a partner at anytime. He knew a several other pairs in the program, but none of the other supernaturals were as potentially dangerous as a newly turned vampire. However, Daichi can tell by the looks on his parents’ faces that the situation is very serious, and he trusts that they wouldn’t put their eldest child in any undue danger. Plus, Daichi likes Sugawara’s smile; he seems like a fun person. Whatever the circumstances of Sugawara’s turning, Daichi would like to see the smile captured by the photo in real life.

 

“When he’s released from observation, you’ll need to move into the dorms for a while.” Daichi’s father says. “But eventually we’d like to bring you both back to live here at home.”

 

“How long do I have to pack?” Is all Daichi needs to know.

 

.

 

A week later Daichi is moved into the dorm room he’ll be sharing with Sugwara. He’s settled in and waiting for his partner to show up for a couple of hours before the door opens and his mother escorts his new partner in.

 

Sugawara is paler than he was in the photo. Maybe a little gaunter as well. He’s not smiling. There’s something dark and sad in his eyes.

 

“Daichi, this is Suga Koushi-kun.” His mother had told Daichi that Sugawara had needed to change his last name lest he be linked to his supposedly dead self. “Suga-kun, this is my son, Sawamura Daichi.”

 

“I look forward to living with you.” Daichi says.

 

“Me too.”

 

Suga makes a weak attempt at a smile. It’s a frail thing, a feeble imitation of the smile from the photo.

 

“I need to get going, but you both have my phone number if you need anything.” Daichi’s mother says.

 

“Thank you for everything.” Suga bows.

 

“We’ll be fine.” Daichi adds.

 

Daichi’s mother gives him a look and then leaves them alone. They look at each other. They’re complete strangers but will now be living with each other and spending almost all their time together, at least until Karasuno decided that Suga could have more freedom.

 

Daichi’s eyes the school bag and single overfilled tote bag that Suga arrived with. “Is that all you have?”

 

Suga squeezes the strap of his bag. “I should have some clothes delivered later.”

 

“Good. There’s isn’t much, but let me show you around.”

 

The dorms for the students in the Karasuno Program are sizable as far as dorms go. There’s a ‘kitchen’ area with a mini fridge, microwave, and sink. There’s a closet size room with a toilet. The remaining space houses a bookshelf and two sets of furniture: two twin beds, two desks with chairs, and two dressers.

 

Daichi had claimed the part of the room closest to the door. It wasn’t that he thought Suga might sneak out at night to attack people, but he had been advised by their dorm manager, Ukai Kenshin, to put himself there. Suga puts his bags on the open bed and sits down.

 

“There’s a communal kitchen, lounge, and bath too. This floor is all Karasuno, too so expect to see some odd things.”

 

“Are there many…” Suga hesitates. “Like us?”

 

“Here? Not too many. Besides the two of us there’s seven others. There’s one girl who’s also in high school doesn’t have a partner yet, but the rest are still in middle school.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“They’re probably all in class right now, but I can introduce you to all of them later? We’re a real motley bunch.”

 

“That sounds… good.” Daichi can read the spark of interest in Suga’s eyes, even if he doesn’t seem very enthused. “Umm… Can I ask something?”

 

Daichi settles on his bed. “Sure.”

 

“I can hear your pulse, but I don’t want to drink your blood…” Suga seems concerned and confused.

 

Daichi reaches over and grabs a small pill bottle off his desk. “They gave me these.” He shakes the bottles and the pills rattle. “They make me emit a faint vampire blood scent. Supposedly. I can’t smell anything myself.”

 

“And vampire blood is bad for other vampires?”

 

It seems a little odd to be explaining vampire things to a vampire, but Daichi reminds himself that while he’s known about supernaturals almost his whole life thanks to his parents. Suga didn’t know they existed until recently.

 

“Apparently vampire blood is super disgusting to other vampires.” Daichi puts the bottle back. “It’s expensive though, and if you take them too long the side effects are supposed to be terrible. They wanted to give us time to get to know each other, but once I’m out that’s it.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

Daichi knows Suga’s apologizing not just for Daichi having to take possibly harmful medication, but also for being potentially dangerous himself.

 

“It’s nothing. Once we’re settled in, I don’t think I’ll need it anymore.”

 

His mother only had good things to say about Suga so Daichi believes in Suga, even if the vampire doesn’t believe in himself.

 

“Are you tired?” Daichi asks.

 

“Yeah.” And Indeed, Suga’s shoulders seem to be less tense. “As one would expect from a vampire; I seem to be nocturnal now.”

 

“It’s going to be rough on you until we finish high school.”

 

The corner of Suga’s lip twitches upward, and Daichi figures this is a good start.

 

.

 

Daichi is very much the child of his parents. He’ll calmly and steadily work his way through almost anything thrown at him, and he has a strong impulse to held others. Between these two characteristics, he’s frequently appointed the leader of whatever group he finds himself in.

 

When he first met Suga, Daichi thought of Suga as another person to help. He didn’t know that Suga would become his best friend. That Suga would give Daichi back as much as Daichi gave to him.

 

As the sadness fades from Suga’s eyes, Daichi sees more and more of the boy from that initial photograph. Suga’s mischievous but friendly, and his need to help others matches Daichi’. When new members join the program and move into the dorm, Daichi and Suga take them, along with the settled Karasuno kids, under their wings. Ukai begins calling them Captain and Vice-Captain. Suga is almost always smiling at Daichi’s side.

 

No one else knows how Suga struggles with his vampire nature. There are easy things; like how Daichi has to wake him up almost every morning because Suga can’t get his vampire body to adapt to a docturnal schedule. But there is also how it takes weeks for Suga to actually feed from a living human even though it’s necessary since pre-drawn blood has lost nutrients essential for vampire wellbeing. It takes even longer for him to do so without crying.

 

They struggle through it somehow. Daichi’s mother becomes Suga’s councilor. Suga begins to accept his vampire nature, settles into himself. He becomes more than the jovial image from that photo. There’s some alluring about Suga now, a quality common among supernaturals that prey on humans, and it suits him. There’s just something approachable and easy about Suga, even more so now.

 

After they finish their first year, they get approval to leave the dorms and move back to the Sawamura household, but they end up deciding to stay in the dorms. They have two new middle schoolers in the dorm; an excitable human boy called Hinata who is partnered with a tengu named Kageyama.

 

Hinata thinks that Daichi and Suga are dating. They aren’t. They’ve considered it, but an impulsive kiss their first Christmas together revealed that chance had passed, and they’re already far into the fraternal zone.

 

Still, Daichi doesn’t think he can picture being without Suga at this point. Daichi’s glad when Suga decides to move with him when Daichi decides to get an apartment two cities over to be closer to the university he was accepted into even though Suga has decided against becoming a full time student.

 

They finish packing, and Nishinoya comes looking for them for their farewell party. Suga isn’t around, but Daichi has an idea where he is; his mother let a certain bit of information drop when they were last at the house for dinner a couple nights ago.

 

Daichi finds Suga at a park near the Suga’s former home. It’s afternoon and Suga’s wearing clothes that cover as much of his skin as possible. Even though sunlight isn’t deadly for vampires, they’re still sensitive to it. Daichi sits on the bench next to Suga and they both look out out over the park.

 

“You’re not supposed to be here you know.”

 

“Yeah.” Suga leaves it like that.

 

They continue to watch a certain middle aged couple that looks vaguely to Daichi even though he’s never seen them before.

 

“You look like both of them.”

 

Suga’s mouth twists into a smile, but he doesn’t say anything. A toddler wobbles, taking unsteady steps walking between her parents. Her hair is fluffy and grey.

 

“I think your sister looks like you too.”

 

“Maybe.” Suga finally looks at Daichi. His eyes are a little sad, but his smile real and maybe a little fond. “I heard them calling her. They named her Niiko.”

 

“They’re not going to forget you.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Did you want to stay nearby?” Suga said he would move with Daichi, but Daichi worries that his friend hadn’t considered this aspect of that decision.

 

“No.” Suga shakes his head. “You don’t need to be near someone to be connected with them. My parents believe I’m dead, and Niiko will never meet me, but we’re still linked.”

 

Daichi knows that Suga’s not just talking about his own situation now but also Daichi’s. Daichi is used to being the one that is depended on, not being the one depending on others. Even though he’s about to leave the city he grew up in to move several hours away to a place where he only knows a couple of people, it feels more natural to focus on Suga’s possible concerns. Daichi would rather deal with that rather than think about how he’s never lives anywhere his parents couldn’t get to within half an hour, or how he’s leaving his siblings and all the younger Karasuno kids who viewed him as a leader behind. He’s not abandoning them, but it certainly feels like he is.

 

Trust Suga to notice and turn Daichi’s concerns back on himself. That’s his partner.

 

“Let’s get going.” Suga stands up, brushes invisible dust of the seat of his pants. “I believe there’s a party waiting on us.” Suga holds his hand out to Daichi.

 

Daichi slaps Suga’s hand, and the satisfying sound of the five rings through the park. “I like to think I’m ready for anything, but I don’t about this party. I think I heard Tsukishima mentioning trying to sneak some alcohol in, and I know I heard Hinata talking about silly string.”

 

Suga laughs. “The most entertaining thing might be to see how they’ll all react if you just relax.”

 

Daichi follows Suga back to the dorms. He’s the only one who looks back and sees the Sugawara’s leaving. Niiko is asleep and drooling on her father’s shoulder.

 

Suga’s right. Bonds are more than proximity. Just like Suga would rush to their aid should any member of the Sugawara family ever need him, living in another city won’t stop Daichi from being their for his own friends and family.

 

Their worlds aren’t ending; they’re expanding.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Thanks for reading ♥


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